บททั้งหมดของ Cultivation with a System in the Modern World: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

As Elysia’s words echoed across the stadium, a tense silence fell over the crowd. The mere mention of the Grandmasters had left everyone—foreign dignitaries, martial artists, and civilians alike—on the edge of their seats. Grandmasters were revered as gods, figures of immeasurable power who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts. It was said their strength alone could level entire cities, and their presence here struck a mix of awe and reverence in all who knew of them.For a few long moments, nothing happened. The stadium remained quiet, an almost reverent stillness hanging over the crowd, thick and charged with anticipation. Whispers and glances rippled through the spectators, but no figure emerged. Elysia’s gaze drifted subtly toward a shadowed corner of the arena where faint auras lingered, sensed by only the keenest among the crowd. She turned back to the stadium, her voice breaking the quiet, firm yet respectful.“They are here,” she announced, “but they are among us, watching

Elysia reached into the ballot box, her hand lingering as the crowd held its collective breath. With a subtle smile, she withdrew two slips of paper, lifting them for all to see. "The first official duel of the day will be between...Pavan and Alex."Pavan, who had been trying to blend in with the crowd of participants, went rigid. His heart dropped into his stomach, and he muttered to himself, “Oh, great…first one up.” An audible groan escaped him as he forced himself to stand, willing his shaky legs to cooperate. His face was calm, his mouth pulled into a composed line, but internally, he was in chaos.“Why me? Out of all these people, I’m the one who has to go up first! Can they see me shaking? Please stop, legs—don’t trip. If I faceplant on my way up there, I’ll have to fake my own death and move to another continent." With each step, he had to mentally coach himself. He focused hard, imagining his feet gluing themselves firmly to the ground with each step. Come on, you stupid leg

Danial and Pavan took their seats in the viewing area, eyes glued to the arena. The crowd’s energy was infectious as they eagerly awaited the match’s outcome, and anticipation filled the air when Elysia stepped forward, drawing the next names with a calm yet intense look."The next match will be Roman from Xeria…and Kuro!" she announced, her voice carrying through the arena.Danial perked up, eyes wide with interest. “Kuro’s up!” he exclaimed, a small smile creeping onto his face as he leaned forward. Pavan mirrored his excitement but soon added a note of caution.“If Kuro were up against anyone else, I’d bet on him to win without a doubt,” Pavan said thoughtfully, “but Roman is from Xeria. Those guys…they give me the creeps.”Danial looked at him, curious. “Why do you say that? What’s the big deal with Xeria?”Pavan sighed, realizing he’d need to explain some history. “You wouldn’t know, since you’re not from a martial arts family, but Xeria’s history has a dark side. Before World Wa

As match after match continued, Danial and Pavan grew restless in the stands. Danial glanced around, frowning slightly. “At this rate, it’ll be ages before they call us up. Let’s take a walk.” Pavan perked up, and they both slipped out of the crowded arena. Outside, a row of vendors had set up stalls, their booths filled with tempting aromas and sizzling sounds. Danial spotted a kebab stall and nudged Pavan. "Kebab?" he asked, already eyeing the skewers of grilled meat. “Absolutely,” Pavan replied, practically drooling as they approached. They ordered, each taking a skewer loaded with savory, juicy and spice. Pavan took a massive bite, closing his eyes in bliss. “Damn! This is some good stuff!” he exclaimed, savoring every flavor. Danial didn’t respond, too engrossed in eating to even look up. By the time Pavan finished his first skewer, Danial had already devoured his and was wiping his hands. Just then, an angry voice interrupted them. “You… YOU!” The familiar voice came with th

Danial activated his Third Eye, and His vision turned a shade of blue, casting a mystical sheen over the world around him. Instantly, his perception sharpened, revealing the intricate patterns of Tristan’s internal energy. It was serene and steady, like a tranquil river under moonlight, flowing with an effortless grace that spoke of discipline and control. Not a single thread of energy was wasted or misplaced—every movement had a purpose.Danial’s brows furrowed slightly as he analyzed it. “Impressive. It’s not just calm—it’s deliberate. He’s achieved mastery over his energy. But this calmness… it’s hiding something. Raw power, maybe?”Tristan noticed the intensity of Danial’s gaze but remained composed. To him, the Flowing Serenity Doctrine, the cornerstone of Krolean martial philosophy, was second nature. The Kroleans believed that the quieter one’s energy, the more devastating its potential. Like a dam holding back a torrent, their composure masked a force capable of obliterating o